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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Infiniti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.