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 Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Wire,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.