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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.