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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.