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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Mars,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.