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 France and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.