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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.