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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.