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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Slave,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Visage,
X-102,
Crime,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.