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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.