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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.