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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.