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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.