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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.