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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.