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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.