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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Cymande,
The Fall,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.