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 Austria and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.