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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Can,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.