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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Names to the funk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.