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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.