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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
UT,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.