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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.