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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.