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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.