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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.