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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.