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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.