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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.