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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.