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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Organ,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.