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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Gong,
The Monks,
Swans,
Monks,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.