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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.