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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
MC5,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.