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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.