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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.