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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Radio Birdman to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
The Victims,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.