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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.