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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the techno 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.