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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.