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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alphaville to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.