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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.