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 Congo 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Eric Copeland 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.