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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.