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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.