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 Macedonia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.