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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the dance 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.