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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.