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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.