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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.