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 Greece and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
AZ,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.