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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.