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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Q65,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.