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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.