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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.