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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.