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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.