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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.