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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.