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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.