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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.