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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.