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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Hoover,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.