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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.