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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.