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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.