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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Pole,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.