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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.