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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 AZ to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.