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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.