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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
UT,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.