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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chrome to the dance 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.