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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Roxette to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.