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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.