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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.