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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.