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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
AZ,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.