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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Index,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.