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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.