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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
The Move,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.