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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.