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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.