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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.