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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.