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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.