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 Iran and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.