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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.