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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.