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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.