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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.