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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.