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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.