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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.