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 Namibia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Organ,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.