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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.