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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.