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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.