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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 The Cramps to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
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.