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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
X-101,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.