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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 The Motions 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All DNA 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.