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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Cymande,
Index,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.