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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.