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 Seychelles 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.