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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.