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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.