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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.