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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.