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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.