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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.