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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.