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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 rhodes 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Organ,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.