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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Index,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.