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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
UT,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.