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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.