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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.