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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.