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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.