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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Grass Roots to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.