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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.