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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.