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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Television,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.