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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.