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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.