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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Carl Craig 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
UT,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.