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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.