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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.