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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
10cc,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.