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 Mexico and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.