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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.