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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Darondo,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.