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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.