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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.