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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly 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?
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.