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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.