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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Mars,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.