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 Bhutan and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.