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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.