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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.