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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.