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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.