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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.