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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.