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 Norway 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 a-ha to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.