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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.