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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust 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?
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.