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 Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
The Names,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.