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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 808 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 Moss Icon to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.