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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.