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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme 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?
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.