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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.