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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
DNA,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Crime,
Roxette,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.