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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Nico,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.