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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.