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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Associates to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.