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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
New Order,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.