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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.