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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.