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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.