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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Television,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.