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 Lyon.
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 Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.