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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.