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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Chrome,
10cc,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.