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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.