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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Crime,
Flipper,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.