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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.