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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.