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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.