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 Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.