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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.