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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.