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 Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
the Normal,
X-102,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.