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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.