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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the grime 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.