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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Smog,
Organ,
Q65,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.