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 Andorra 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.