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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.