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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.