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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.