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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
The Fall,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.