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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.