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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.