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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.