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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.