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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.