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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Starr. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.