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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.