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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Moss Icon 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Technova,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.