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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 guitar 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.