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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.