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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
X-102,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.