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 Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.