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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.