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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the punk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Index,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.