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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.