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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.