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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.