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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.