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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.