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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.