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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.