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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.