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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Nas,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.