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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 New Christs to the jazz 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.