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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Suicide 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Japan,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.