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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sheep to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.