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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.