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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Index,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.