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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.