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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator 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 Ossler to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.