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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
The Index,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.