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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.