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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Index,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.