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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.