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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.