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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
June Days,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.