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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.