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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Monolake to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Crime,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.