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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 Terry. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.