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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.