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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.