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 Tunisia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.