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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.