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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.