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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Visage,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Whodini,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.