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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.