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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Excepter,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.