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 Morocco 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
UT,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.