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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.