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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
New Order,
The Index,
X-102,
The Move,
Simply Red,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.