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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.