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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.