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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K 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?
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.