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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.