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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Faust,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.