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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.