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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.