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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.