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 Finland and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
The Move,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.