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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.