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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.