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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.