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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Magma,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.