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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.