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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
ABC,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.