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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 JFA to the techno 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.