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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.