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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.