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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.