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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
The Move,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.