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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.