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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Technova,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
The Index,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.