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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.