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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Television,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.