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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.