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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Wire,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.