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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.