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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.