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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.