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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.