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 Congo and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.