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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.