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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.