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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.