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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.