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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.