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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.