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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Swell Maps to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.