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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
MC5,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.