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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.