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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.