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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kinks to the electroclash 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.