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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.