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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
AZ,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.