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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.