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 Marshall Islands 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Can,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.