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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.