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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
UT,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.