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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.