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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.