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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.