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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.