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 Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Monks,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Swans,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
JFA,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.