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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.