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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.