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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.