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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.