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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.