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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.