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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Index,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.