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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
X-102,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.