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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.