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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Drexciya to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.