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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.