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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.