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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.