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 Nicaragua 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.