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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.