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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Last Poets to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.