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 Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.