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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
CMW,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Pole,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.