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 Iceland 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Fear,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.