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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.