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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.