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 Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.