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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 EPMD 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Pole,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.