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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.