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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.