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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.