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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.