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 Italy and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
June Days,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.