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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.