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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.