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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Walker Brothers 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.