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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Television,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.