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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.