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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.