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 Australia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
The New Christs,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.