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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.