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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 clarinet 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.