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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.