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 Mozambique 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.