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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
The Cure,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.