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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.