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 Moldova 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.