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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K 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 Motions,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.