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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.