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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
The Monks,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.