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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.