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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.