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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.