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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Chrome,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.