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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.