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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 guitar 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.