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 Mauritania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.