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 Kenya 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.