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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.