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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.