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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.