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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.