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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Easy Going to the rock 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.