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 Fiji and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Count Five to the grunge 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.