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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.