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 Croatia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.