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 Japan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.