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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.