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 Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.