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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.