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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
PIL,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.