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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Magma,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.