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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 June Days to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.