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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.