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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.