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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 Hashim to the funk 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.