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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.