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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Hoover to the rap 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.