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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.