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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.