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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Q65,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.