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 Latvia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.