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 Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Remains to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.