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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.