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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.