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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.