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 Czech Republic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
June of 44,
June Days,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.