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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.