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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Television,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.