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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.