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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Index,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.