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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.