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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.