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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Model 500,
New Order,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.