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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.