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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.