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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.