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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
MDC,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.