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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.