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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.