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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.