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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.