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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Faust,
The Gories,
Rekid,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.