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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.