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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.