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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.