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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.