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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.