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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 X-102 to the punk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.