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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.