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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 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 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.