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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Magazine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Brick,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.