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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.