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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.