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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a güiro 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.