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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Index,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.