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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Magma,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.