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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.