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 Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.