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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.