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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.