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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.