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 Burundi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.