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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
10cc,
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.