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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Sonics to the electroclash 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.