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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.