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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Gang of Four 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.