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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Monolake,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.