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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.