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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.