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 Canada 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.