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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.