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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Swans,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.