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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '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 Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.