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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.