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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Japan,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Pylon,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.