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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.