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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Organ,
ABBA,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Monks,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.