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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.