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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
cv313,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.