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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.