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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Audionom,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
DNA,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.