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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.