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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 The Toasters to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.