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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Mars,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.