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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.