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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.