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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.