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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Y Pants to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.