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 Algeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.