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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Easy Going to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.