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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.