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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.