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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 organ 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 The Litter to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Qualms,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.