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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.