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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.