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 Bangladesh 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.