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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.