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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.