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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Colin Newman to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.