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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Moby Grape to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.