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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Angels of Light to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Index,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.