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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.