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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dead C to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.