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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.