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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.