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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Japan,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Faust,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.