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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lyres to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.