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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.