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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Visage,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.