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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Section 25,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.