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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Hoover,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.