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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 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 Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s 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 Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.