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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.