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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.