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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.