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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.