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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.