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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.