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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.