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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.