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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Ludus 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
UT,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Technova,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.