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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.