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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.