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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.