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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.