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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Technova,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Television,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.