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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.