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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Gong,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.