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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.