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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Niagra,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.