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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.