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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.