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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Motions,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.