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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.