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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
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.