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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.