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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.