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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
The Index,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.