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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.