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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.