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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.