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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.