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 Vanuatu 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.