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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.