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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.