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 Ghana 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.