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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.