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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.