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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.