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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.