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 Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the techno 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.