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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Nico,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Swans,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.