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 Malawi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
X-102,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.