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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Q65,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.