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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.