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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Franke,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.