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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Visage,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.