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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.