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 Sudan 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.