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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Ossler to the crunk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.