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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.