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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.