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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.