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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Fad Gadget to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
The Remains,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.