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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.