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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.