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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.