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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Robert Görl to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.