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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.