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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.