Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.