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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.