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 Serbia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Interpol,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.