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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.